When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1675: 349: Kill the Author

Chapter 1675: Chapter 349: Kill the Author

When Aiwass woke up again from that sense of tearing, he saw nothing but ruins.

The whole world had descended into a frenzy of chaos.

People scread, panicked, and hated. Then they got caught in it, slaughter, destruction, shattering—

The Transcendents went mad, attacking everything they could like a frenzied carnival.

Rather than “hypnosis” or “mind control,” it was more like zombies or fanatics who had lost their sanity. Their actions were quite abnormal, filled with an intense sense of imrsion and catharsis, causing their uncontrolled actions to be accompanied by uncontrolled screams and roars.

Strikingly magnificent spells bombarded the land… even those gods walking on the earth began to attack each other.

The world was evidently normal before…

Aiwass realized this very clearly.

Because if the world were to be destroyed at such a rate, there was no way he could have seen “cities collapsing and disintegrating.” People would have long since destroyed everything they saw and touched.

That is to say, the world’s destruction happened not long ago.

At so mont, the apocalypse descended without warning.

[August 8, 1902]

And at this ti, a slow, eerie voice sounded in Aiwass’s ear:

[Before people realized, the Void Whisper had already drilled into everyone’s brains]

[Like the hooked foot of a worm clinging to the intestinal wall, the gaps in people’s hearts were already filled with those whispers]

[Yes, no one could refuse the warmth of being understood, forgiven, and embraced]

[Everyone’s heart lacked that warm whisper, no one could be entirely understood by others. When wronged, everyone’s heart is like a child. Wanting to rage, to curse, to strangle a passing bird, to destroy a sandcastle—yet they didn’t do so simply because no one would praise them for doing it well]

[—Then what about you, Aiwass? If it were you, what would you do?]

“What would I do?”

Aiwass retorted, “Aren’t you the one who knows best?”

As soon as he spoke, the voice disappeared again without a trace.

“—Just like a mouse, I’m a bit annoyed by you now.”

Aiwass raised his head, looking at the chaos before him, muttering to himself, “I wonder how Ahuan tolerated it… enduring such a moist gaze all these years?”

Without a doubt.

What he saw before him was the scene when the world was destroyed in the “zero loop”.

“Teacher…”

At that mont, he heard a weak and slightly fearful voice, “Why you too…?”

Aiwass looked down and saw a familiar yet sowhat unfamiliar Winged One girl. She clung to Aiwass’s arm, yet her body leaned back as if wanting to break free; instinct, however, made her hold tighter, like a lonely patient’s self-tug.

She looked very much like Inanna, even the wings on her back were the sa.

It was said that the probability of two Winged Ones having completely identical wings was very low, like human fingerprints.

Nonetheless, her deanor was entirely different from Inanna’s—

This girl gave Aiwass a rather fragile impression. She lacked the clarity and determination Inanna possessed, filled instead with hesitation, insecurity, and fear.

Much like Hayna before graduation. A kind of bright but foolish college student vibe.

Is this… Amber?

Was Amber’s earlier deanor like this?

But she now looked nothing like the Amber Aiwass rembered, who took the Golden Apple and beca “Amber.” Instead, she resembled a true mortal.

Neither the strong and determined warrior like Inanna nor the gentle and composed mother like Amber. This tender girl would arouse a desire to protect her in anyone…

…just like the original Isabel?

Upon this thought, Aiwass was montarily stunned.

“…Don’t be afraid, Inanna.”

He unconsciously spoke.

After Aiwass uttered these words, he realized he seed a bit out of line or even seed to call the wrong na…

—But judging by the girl’s reaction, she apparently had no doubts about the na “Inanna.” Even when Aiwass said “don’t be afraid,” though still carrying so fear, she moved closer, evidently struggling against herself, striving to restrain her inner fear.

What surprised Aiwass, however, was sothing else—

So Amber’s real na truly was Inanna?

…On second thought, it made sense.

After all, she was nad by Ai Shiping. With most mories regained, Aiwass’s choices wouldn’t differ much from Ai Shiping’s back then… or was it because the na Inanna was etched deeply into instinct, hence making it unforgettable?

And just then, Aiwass suddenly felt a little bird fly into his arms.

She trembled uncontrollably.

The girl’s heart was full of fear, as if entirely subrged in a mixture of ice and water.

It was the fear of the now omnipresent “mind plague”—she also feared being infected, turning into that kind of frenzied state.

At the sa ti, it was also the fear of loneliness.

No matter what, she didn’t want her respected, beloved teacher to beco that too…!

This intense emotion overwheld everything, even pushing aside the urge to escape, making her cling to Aiwass without a thought.

“Teacher… teacher, don’t be afraid either.”

The girl’s trembling voice, buried in Aiwass’s arms, was as low as a sob: “Inanna will always accompany the teacher… please don’t beco like them… okay…?”

In that mont, it was like a switch had been flipped.

Two lines of tears involuntarily stread down Aiwass’s face.

“…Ah, rest assured. Teacher won’t.”

Aiwass replied gently and confidently.

His expression, actions, and voice were calm as usual. But this created a stark contrast with the swirl of emotions within… making Aiwass feel a separation between his soul and body.

Aiwass felt sothing like a fla of emotion swelling within, making it impossible to suppress the urge to express his heart…

“…”

But Aiwass remained silent.

He did not say a word.

Aiwass just closed his eyes and rested his chin on the girl’s head.

With a slightly forceful stance, he gripped the root of the girl’s wing. This gesture would cause so pain, yet this pain gave the Winged One girl a sense of reality—a feeling of truly existing here.

And as for Aiwass…

“—Getting a bit verbose, really.”

Aiwass suddenly interrupted the narration: “Why are you so cheesy?”

This sudden accusation startled the girl.

She raised her head in surprise, looking at Aiwass in disbelief, her face filled with unease, as if she had made so mistake.

—She was startled.

She might need comfort, a kiss at that mont…

However, Aiwass didn’t heed his inner thoughts, simply patting her head softly: “It’s alright, not related to you.”

“…Indeed, is there a voice?”

The girl inquired unsurely.

“There is.”

Aiwass nodded honestly: “I can’t even clearly differentiate which part is truly my thought…”

And just then, another larger Feathered Snake landed.

Its gentle voice sounded, now incredibly solemn: “Seems like you have so thoughts.”

“Yeah.”

Aiwass nodded: “I kind of understand—the operation principle of that thing is quite simple.

If we say, we are characters in a novel. Then ‘that’ is the narration. It’s our psychological depiction, it rationalizes our actions.

For example, it’s hard for soone to kill a stranger. But if the narration describes how awful a day he had, then it becos plausible for him to kill.

The only flaw is perhaps ‘verbosity.’ Simple words hardly string together a complete logical chain, hence their narrative overemphasizes cause and effect. But usually, people’s thoughts lack complete cause and effect… that’s the decision process lurking in the subconscious.

So, to break free from this control, we must kill this ‘author’.”